The thick misty fog distracted my sight, although magic helped it get cleared, I couldn’t deny the fact that I am nervous. My white golden hemmed robe kept on getting ripped, and magically knits in place again. My dark brown long hair fluttered in the wind, as I kept a steady pace in running. Finally, losing enough breath to run, I stopped, before I took off again.
The warriors had lost to the assassins, and I’m not going to let that happen to my team. We’re on the lead here, and no one is going to get us down. My magic aided me in accelerating my speed, and I continued to look for the enemy base. I have to win this thing.
Assassin! A voice rang in my head.
My body tensed suddenly, and then forced magic to appear on my hands. They glowed into a healthy pink; my power signature. Behind me, the bushes shook, revealing a hooded girl dressed in black silk fit clothes. Leaping above me, she launched three darts straight at my chest. Luckily for me, my magic shield was on, and the darts flew to the ground, disintegrating afterwards, not even touching my skin. The girl then took off, and I followed her suit.
Jane, Olivia’s going straight to the base. Get Mikee and his group on guard and follow Olivia as soon as I lead her to our river. I thought, making it definite and clear, hoping they’d follow my directions quickly.
Now, my problem would be leading her to our river. She’s an assassin, and she’s smart. But I have to outsmart her.
Thankful to have my energy still boosted, I gave the hooded girl some ice blasts, my eyes and hands glowing in white to aim and fire. The girl seemed undisturbed and unharmed, as she continued to run through the foggy space with accelerated speed.
I aimed the blasts on her sides, trying to direct her straight towards the river. Luck was on my side, and she did not even try making any other direction but straight, and that is right into my trap.
I was happy for a few seconds, then things went wrong.
“Darla, three seconds!” I suddenly heard her shout, as she turned around and shot three arrows into my direction. I froze the arrows just in time, but only to lose sight of my pursuit.
Three seconds? I suddenly thought, alarmed by what she had said. I glanced below me, and realized what she meant. Seeing that I have no chance to escape, I tried to cast a magic shield around me as fast as I can, not being able to complete it as a loud KABOOM was heard. Black bellowing clouds enveloped me, and my magic wasn’t enough to deflect most of the impact. A sharp pain then caught my head, and I passed out.
I woke up with the scent of sampaguitas still lingering in my nose. I sat down slowly, and carefully scrutinized my surroundings. White. Everything is in white. White painted beds laid in a row in front of me, each paired with white cabinets.
I sought for the door, the only thing I look for when I’m in the room. Seeing there was none, I tried to stand up, but the pain in my leg wouldn’t let me. I slumped back into the bed, audibly. Out of nowhere, a girl in glowing white appeared beside me, and came to my help.
“Do not move unless I tell you to do so.” She said, as she helped me lie on the bed. She tenderly touched my forehead, and closed her eyes.
My insides seemed to move without my permission, acting like they’re performing a self test. Being used to this kind of medical assessment, I relaxed myself, offering the woman much more time and space to detect anything wrong. Seconds later, she got the right spot.
“OUCH! My leg! My knee!” I bellowed, howling in pain.
“Relax!” She said, trying to calm me. Her words brought me to immediate silence, but I felt the pain only worsen.
“Oww. That hurts, that HURTS!” I exclaimed.
The woman went to the other side of the bed to see my aching leg. She touched my left foot and began to massage it. The pain slowly subsided, and I felt at ease again. But still, I didn’t dare too move much in fear that I might feel the pain reoccur.
When the woman saw me relax, she touched my aching knee, and concentrated on it. Again, the muscles there moved, but now, it seems like they’re mending. A sharp pain was felt, followed by a soothing feeling. I became calm again.
“Feeling better?” She asked.
I stared at her. “Yes, a bit. Thank you.”
“A bit? Something’s still wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. I just thought, I might feel something again.”
She giggled. “Nah, you’re fine. By the way, your team won the tournament.”
I gasped. Somehow, I had forgotten what had happened. I tried to remember what happened next, after I found myself chasing the girl. But the memory I was looking for was completely locked. My forehead cringed.
“What happened?” I asked innocently.
The woman smiled and rose from the bed. “You know, being a mage means a lot of things.”
I raised my eyebrows. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“Right. I just have a point to make. Because you’re a mage, it gives you advantages, lots of them.”
“And what do you mean?”
She sighed. “I guess it’s yours to learn. Anyway, your team won. That’s all you have to know.”
I gazed at her. I do feel happy that we won, but me, being here still felt embarrassing. Actually, I am the only inhabitant of the room.
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
“You’re quite something. You’ve been here only for an hour.”
I blushed. “Oh, okay. Can I go now?”
“Not unless you had completed your medication. But since you are also a healer, I can let you take care of the rest.”
She snapped her fingers, and then the invisible door appeared.
“Does the infirmary always keep the doors?” I asked her, as I stood up from my bed, feeling energetic as usual.
She laughed. “Yes. It’s to keep the wounded here secure. Some, like you, try to escape this so called “prison”. So, keeping the doors is the only way we can secure them, both inside and out.”
“Oh. I see.” I blushed.
We walked towards the door. As I stepped outside, she called out to me.
“Take care young mage. A lot of trouble will come your way.”
I shrugged. “They’d always tell me that.”
She smiled, but a threatening look was in her eyes. “I am just reminding you. Now, report to your next class. Hand this to your instructor to signify that you were really here, resting.”
I took the envelop she gave to me. It was glowing in the shade of pink, literally. Usually, messages with this kind look is especially important.
“Okay.”
Then the door closed. I now entered into the old scent of the Mage corridors. Old and ancient like. The ground was a little bit dusty, but magic can help it be cleared out. It was pretty dim, but thanks to the extra energy forced by my magic, I can see things a bit more clearly. I passed by a couple of old looking rooms, their doors wooden but amazingly hard. I headed to my next subject, usually after tournaments, which is the medical area.
I waved my finger and willed for a mirror to appear. Pink lines followed it, and then a round glass formed. Letting the mirror float on air, I began to scrutinize my reflection. My hair untied, still looked pretty in its tumbled like position. My robes were still in perfect form, white and golden hemmed. Feeling I missed something, I snapped my fingers and concentrated on rearranging imperfect appearances. There were only few minor problems; such as I smelled forest like and that my robe lacked its glowing pink color. When I had felt better, I stared at the mirror again.
“Still okay I suppose.” I muttered.
I took a deep breath and wished for confidence booster to aid me. When I felt power coursed through out my entire body, I continued to walk, hoping that nothing bad would happen. Stopping right in front of a wooden door which is glowing in blue, I whispered my magic code, and then the door magically opened slowly. I let my magic roam freely around my body, just for good measure. After peeking inside, I entered the room.
All the students inside looked at me. My teacher, the Dark Oracle, motioned me to come forward.
I walked through the aisle and stood straight before him.
"Light, my young mage, where have you been?" he asked.
I bowed low and showed him the glowing envelop.
"Teacher, I stayed in the infirmary to rest from my injuries after the tournament. I apologize for being so late."
"It's alright. Everyone here gets tardy at times. So, from who did this envelop come from?" He asked, as soon as he saw the envelop.
I gave it to him and bent low. "Teacher, this is from the lady at the infirmary."
The students stared at me wide eyed. I heard my classmates gasped. I felt something was up.
Dark Oracle took it, and smiled. "Good, good. Now, go to your seat and listen to me. I have an announcement to make"
I sighed a relief and smiled. "Thank you master."
Then I made my way through the aisle and sat on my seat. My seatmate and close friend, Alexander the Frightful, nodded at me. The others stared at me coldly. Looks like they don't like me for being nice.
"Hey, congratulations. You did a job well done." Alexander whispered to me.
"Why? What did I do?"
He smirked. "You'll see. Look, D.O. Is speaking." (he names our teacher D.O., short for dark oracle.)
"Class, it seems that the second guardian has been chosen." Dark Oracle announced, boring his eyes straight into mine. I don't like what he meant.
"We have been told earlier, that the great Spark Sword from the warriors has been chosen as their representative. Now, we have ours." He smiled at me. Oh no.
"Let's have three magic waves for our own great mage, whom our own blessed goddess appointed, Light Shadow."
Colorful flashes and sparks suddenly ignited in the air, creating a loud happy sound. The colors reflected on the walls, and happily bounced from one person to another. Half of the class were rejoicing, and half of it were groaning. I'm taking on the groaning crowd. Alexander touched my shoulder and pointed at D.O. He was absolutely enjoying himself, creating colorful sparks on his own. I laughed, and so did Alexander. He threw his hands in the air, where blue sparks flashed. I joined in the merrymaking, creating as much flashes as I can, just to let them know I'm also happy. But the happy spirit isn't taking my soul.
"Alexander, is teacher sure about this? I mean, I'm just young! This should be given to the higher ups, like Free Man." I pointed at a groaning girl, looking at me.
Alexander sighed. "Did you meet a woman in glowing white in the infirmary?"
"Yes. Why?"
He became wide eyed. "Then, that's it! You met the mage goddess!"
"Oh yeah, hurrah." I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. I didn't feel happy and I actually felt embarrassed. Imagine, you just met the goddess of worship without even knowing it. Then you acted like a fool in front of her. Embarrassing.
Oh, so you guys know, I did feel happy a bit.
It's because, Spark Sword is my crush.
